Page 12 of Love Me Like You Do
She blinked. “Huh?”
“You look a little flushed and your eyes are glassy and dilated.” He leaned forward, his gaze searching her face as he placed the back of his hand on her forehead. “I think you should sit down. You feel a bit warm.”
A bit warm?Ha!Right now she was sweating. She hadn’t done that since before she’d driven up into the mountains. Shaking away his hand, she pushed those pesky hormones aside as well and attempted to behave like a sensible human being not a seething mass of lusty hormones.
“I’m fine. Pregnancy raises a woman’s temperature.” She’d read that somewhere too.
“Oh, right. About that.”
This was it. The perfect time to tell him about the babies. “I need to tell you something,” her voice came out little more than a whisper.
He nodded. “Okay.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Tris chuckled. “Yeah, I got that.”
“Right. Well I’m having twins—”
“We should get married,” he cut in.
“And they’re…what?Married?”
“Twins!”
They talked over the top of each other.
“No. We can’t get married.”
“There’s two in there?”
“Are you insane?”
“Two?” He stared wide-eyed at her stomach. “Seriously. You’ve got two in there?”
“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.” Covington held up her hands, resisted the urge to stick her fingers in her ears. “Stop talking. Just for a minute.”
She needed to wrap her head around the conversation. Her brain hadn’t been in the best of order since she’d gotten pregnant and honestly she needed a minute—or fifty million—to get over the fact that Tristan Harding just offered to marry to her.
And he didn’t even know the babies were his!
Spinning on her socked foot, she headed for the living room. “I need to sit.” Possibly lie down.
“Are you okay?” He gripped her elbow, steered her in the direction she was already going. “Do you need a doctor? Should you be walking around? You’re not in labor are you?”
She could hear the panic in his voice. The big tough firefighter who ran into burning buildings for a living was freaking out over a pregnant woman. She rolled her eyes. Great. That’s exactly what they needed. Two of them freaking out. Poor babies. Her hand slid over her belly.I promise we’ll get it together when it counts.“I’m fine. Just need to sit.”
He pushed her onto the couch, grabbed her feet and swung her legs up and pressed on her shoulder so she was stretch out along the seat cushions, her head resting against the arm. Crouching down beside her, he held her hand between both of his. “Tell me what to do. What do you need? Should I call someone?”
It was probably the wrong thing to do but she couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter that burst out of her. The whole situation was hilarious.
Okay, maybe not, but she’d been inside out and upside down for months now and if she wasn’t laughing she’d probably be crying and she hadn’t bought tissues yet and…
A hiccupped squeezed her middle and jolted her chest.
Her nose tingled and her eyes stung.
Then she made a noise that was a cross between a laugh and a sob and no matter what she wanted or didn’t want, there was no stopping the jag taking her over.
